Seeing into the nature of things

Late day sun washes into the woods, that same sun that washed through primeval forests, warmed dinosaur backs, cradled civilizations from glorious dawns to the last fading whimpers, this same sun falls into the woods by my house, the trees witness to this quiet and ancient dance of which I am a part. Time will push me into the soil too, me and the trees will yield with more rising behind us, pulled forth by the sun. It is the nature of things.

Birds in Snow

Little brown birds pecking in the snow

along comes the cat and away they go!

De-decorating poem

After the Needles Fall…

Defrocking the Christmas tree today
Throwing off her garland like a burlesque dancer
Off with it, girl, off, off I say!

I happened on two vagabonds
Lounging on the lawn,
Mr. & Mrs. Claus,
Time for you to hang
By your necks to dry,
Then into the body bag with you!
Until next year.

Miles of golden tinsel,
tangled lights snare everything,
like fish hooks grabbing.
Off with you, into the box I say!

My house was dressed in diamonds
Twinkling, dripping from the roof
Like love so dazzling in the night,
Knotted cords in grotesque clumps
Tell another truth by day.

Ah, the magic of it all
Is for the children
And those who feign incompetence
With holiday décor
The rest of us the elves
Waving our wands
To make it all appear
and disappear again!

Janice Baynes, January 6, 2011